Friday, January 24, 2014

Fresh Orange Juice from Plaza de Mayo, Buenos Aires

Plaza de Mayo is the oldest park in Buenos Aires. The park is a place where Argentinians come to be heard. Every thursday the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo come here to protest for the disappearances of their children during the Dirty War (1976-1983). They started protesting in 1977, and have been returning ever since. While we were visiting there were protester banners accompanied by tents inhabited by frustrated Argentinians. 

The plaza is also full of vendors, half selling to tourists, and half selling to locals. Children bought dried corn kernels to feed the pigeons, which swarmed the area. It reminded me of my 9 year old self catching pigeons in San Marco Square, Venice, Italy. Like the local children, I would try to position the kernels all over my body to maximize my pigeon experience.

The vendor that won my attention was a man selling fresh squeezed orange juice. The weather has been in the 90's, but the humidity makes it feel way above 100 degrees F. I feel like I am back in Bangkok, but with slightly cleaner air. I spotted the orange juice cart from across the plaza, and all I could think about was nice and cool oranges. The appeal to the oranges wasn't just for a relief from the heat, but also due to the fact that Argentinians don't seem to eat many fruits and vegetables. All of our meals have been based on meat, bread, and cheese. 

Despite the language barrier between myself and the man with the orange juice cart, we still managed to make each other laugh. I am always amazed by how something so simple can make me unbelievably happy. The heat had begun to make the sight seeing seem like a chore, but the juice brought me back to the present and the Argentinian culture I am immersed in. As an American, it is too easy to get lost in the hectic go, go, go mentality. To truly tour a country, one must adjust their lifestyle to the ways of the locals. In Argentina, that means hour long lunches, and an elusive relationship with time.


Photos from the rest of the days adventures (Inside the Metropolitan Cathedral & an old Newspaper Building):



7 comments:

  1. Lovely post, Alana. It seems like you're getting into it. Nice.

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    1. Thanks! I think I am starting to get the swing of things. Also, we have had thunderstorms recently, which has cooled things down a lot. It is much easier to sleep now.

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  2. The orange juice sounds wonderful. Reminds me of the juices we had on Isla Mujeres. Hope you're able to settle into the culture the way you want to. Especially with the elusive relationship with time part.

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    1. Things are going well. We are almost done with Buenos Aires.

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  3. Saturday, January 25 - Tess came over and we made breakfast: California eggs Benedict from Blueberryoctopie. Had to make a few substitutions, but they were delicious. It is a sad day in Marin County. Sunny, 66, not a cloud in the sky. We went on a hike, the flat one, first one outside my house, and eventually got to a place with a panoramic view of the bay and San Francisco. It sucked. On the way back, we petted many friendly dogs. As you can see, life's just awful since you left.

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    1. Haha, I am sorry you are having such a terrible time. There are lots of dogs here in Uruguay. It seems like everyone has some sort of pure bred puppy.

      I am glad the eggs Benedict turned out ok. What were the substitutions?

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    2. sourdough bread instead of English muffins. No ham. No arugula. I had to poach four eggs to get two that looked semi decent. other than that, the California eggs Benedict were fabulous.

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